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    “Of course!” Corrine eximed, giving a stern look.


    She wondered about the bizarre logic behind his question.


    At her stern response, Nate tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her closer.


    Corrine remained still, wary of aggravating his injury.


    “Don’t move too much,” she cautioned. “What if your wound opens up?”


    “So now you care about me?” Nate responded, a yful challenge in his tone.


    Corrine rolled her eyes. “What are you saying? I’ve always been concerned about you!” she dered.


    She had always seen Nate asposed and restrained, someone who maintained a clear and rational state of mind at all times. He never stepped out of character.


    Yet, here he was, being unexpectedly argumentative.


    “I feel the same way,” Nate said, his gaze softening with a tenderness that seemed almost involuntary. “No matter what happens, keeping yourself safe should be your top priority.”


    “I know.” Corrine bit her lip, struggling to hold back tears.


    She was aware of Nate’s care and his protective instincts.


    She didn’t want to take his kindness for granted or dismiss his advice lightly. Having been alone for so long, Corrine had be ustomed to handling things by herself.


    Even after leaving the Hond family for the more caring Fords, past experiences had steeled her for potential rejection.


    She had learned that nothing was permanent, and she could only rely on herself in the end.


    Strong and independent, she knew how to pick herself up and continue, even when hurt.


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    Corrine took a deep breath and nestled further into Nate’s embrace, curling up like a cat. She buried her face in his chest, a refuge from her vulnerability.


    Nate’s hand moved from her waist to her back, feeling the dampness of her sweat-soaked clothes. His brow furrowed with concern.


    “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked gently.


    “Yes,” Corrine murmured, her voice soft as she fought back tears, looking up at him. “I dreamed of some unpleasant things.”


    Nate didn’t press her for details, opting instead to shift the conversation.


    “Would you like something to eat before trying to sleep again?” he suggested.


    “Should I make you some noodles?” Corrine offered, getting up.


    Nate gently pulled Corrine back and murmured, “Lie down and stay still.” Themand was simple yet firm, leaving no room for resistance.


    He reached for the inte, instructing the servants to prepare and deliver a meal.


    As they waited, Corrine voiced the question that had been lingering in her mind.


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